Not the Wrong Destiny

Presumption

A pair of eyes that were initially closed tightly opened wide, again the memory reappeared in his dream. With great difficulty he tried to get up from his sleep, apparently he fell asleep again on the cold floor filled with dust.

The middle-aged woman spread her gaze around, there was no sign of anyone's presence. At least he's in a safe situation for some time to come. But he was also disappointed, hoping that the two young women who arrived would come back here and release him.

But hope remains hope, the two teenagers never returned.

All he could do was hug his feet which only stayed next door. The woman was actually still sane, only her soul was a little shaken by the endless persecution she always got.

Her tears melted again as she scanned the scene, an event that sent her into this black and gloomy valley.

Although time had long passed, he was unable to persuade fate to give him one more chance to enjoy life freely.

Here he is now, in darkness, solitude and solitude, shackled by an invisible rope. If he could bargain for fate, he would rather die on that occasion than suffer for years.

In prison, being shackled, physically tortured, mentally suppressed, even harassed. As soon as he went through his days in this place. Sometimes it is fed, sometimes it can only withstand hunger and thirst. Only death was needed at this moment, when freedom of life was no longer in his grasp.

Why did God let him survive? Why would God not take away his life? Why did God let him feel pain for so many years? Does God want to see him die slowly in this way? It's even more torturous than death's superstition seems. If the pain of death was only once, and after that he would no longer feel pain. So what he felt was endless pain. Maybe even hell is better than this place.

But God's plan was so confusing, he was still given the strength to keep his eyes open.

Look at him now, so pathetic and scary. People see it like a living corpse. Unkempt physique, shabby clothes, thin body, dull skin, unkempt hair. The body is only a bone wrapped in skin, not fleshy at all.

Psychopaths, once he nicknamed the man who locked him up in this place, these last few days he hasn't shown himself here, which means he hasn't filled his stomach that long.

Even a dozen years had passed, but he never knew what the man's name was. Why did he call him a psychopath? Because that psychopath was so cruel to torture him, and even more insanely, that man used to fuck him every time he came here.

It's a nonsensical thing, right? That man should be disgusted by her, right? But why is it that psychopaths always do it so rudely and lustfully?

He wanted to run, run as far as possible to escape this harsh reality, but he was unable to, he had lost one leg in the past.

His life is like a long, never ending nightmare. There was nothing he could do but stand by and wait for the death of who knew when to pick himself up.

***

Sheerin and Yuvi are lying in that little room. They were both busy with their phones. If Sheerin was busy posting her veil on a social media account like what Levin proposed, then Yuvi was exchanging chat messages with Doni, his face looks tense like a problem is happening. I don't know.

Sheerin looks at his own smile looking at the photo of Revi who was forced to follow his desire to be a model. At first the boss of the collapsed gang refused outright, but after being lured with money, Revi finally wanted to too. In the photo Revi looks different than usual, with a violet dress and white pashmina veil made. Of course the game he got from Yuvi, borrowed it without the permission of the owner. Let alone the talent of the photographer owned by Levin, making the style of thugs attached to Revi was not visible at all. There was only a beautiful Muslim woman.

Feeling annoyed at the endless debate, Yuvi chose to end the chat. He went to the bathroom to wash his burning face. The relationship and Doni is getting more and more problems.

But his intention was delayed when he saw Nindi's legs were stretched up with his stomach position, like there was something strange in his legs.

"When did you wear that ankle bracelet? He said he likes itchy when he wears it?" Ask Yuvi then.

Sheerin stopped his activities when he heard Yuvi's speech, then moved from his prone position and sat down to match Yuvi's position.

Instead of answering Yuvi's question, Sheerin frowned instead.

Holy hooch!

About this anklet, why could Sheerin forget it? But this is so important to him.

"Ahh, that's okay." Sheerin said later.

"Yes, if itches do not complain and ask for garukin ya!" Reply Yuvi before she finally really got out of bed.

"Yes, brother."

Quickly he again snatched his phone to contact Nindi. He will ask for a clear explanation from the woman who looks like him.

"Let's go lift dong!" Sheerin becomes agitated when Nindi never receives a call from him.

The call was cut off, but Sheerin did not give up, he tried to call Nindi again. And when the second ringing, the call was successfully connected, Sheerin's face turned to sparkle.

"Hello Nin, why did you pick up the phone for so long?" Sheerin spoke in whispers, afraid that Yuvi's mother or sister would hear him.

"Yes sory, I will have to stay away first from sister Bima, later she suspects again." Nindi answered there.

"Okay, reason accepted."

"That's no excuse, it's a fact to know." Nindi doesn't want to lose.

"OK, we don't have to discuss unimportant issues like this. Because there are far more important things I should ask you about." Sheerin's words turned serious.

"Okay, about what?" Ask Nindi later.

"Since when did you have an ankle bracelet with her initials S? Loe's name is Anindira?" Sheerin began to talk to the core of the matter.

"Oh, that anklet. I also don't know exactly since when, but if you like to use it." Nindi replies lightly, even though Sheerin considers that this is a serious problem. And as for Nindi's anklets, Sheerin also has the same anklets.

"Gue seriously Nin, you answer my question first, where did you get this anklet?" Ask Sheerin.

"Yes it's from the mother, he said the gift from great-grandfather, I also do not know for sure, but obviously I told you to take good care of that anklet. As I took the initiative to sell the anklets for the cost of maternal medicine, ehh mother even angry with me." Nindi's explanation is long.

"Keep why don't you use it? Why are you just a drawer dweller?" Ask Sheerin.

"Because I'm allergic, my skin likes to gatel if it's so rich." Answer Nindi.

There Sheerin fell silent, is it possible that the duo was right? If Nindi was her own twin sister? But this anklet did not make his conjecture strong, he could not see from one point of view alone. So, what should he do now? Does Sheerin have to investigate everything? About Nindi, about herself, even Sheerin doesn't know about himself. Too many things that mama Anya and her father kept secret from her, even until she was almost 20 years old, she never knew the appearance of the woman who had given birth to her, even if only from her portrait.

Ahh, yes, dad. His father would want to explain if Sheerin forced him to talk, yet now he began to grow up, he deserves to know about the ins and outs of life about his family.

"What the hell is She?" Ask Nindi later.

"It's okay, it's just funny that I see it." Sheerin replied with a slight laugh, despite the forced laughter.

I don't know, Sheerin won't be rash, he won't tell Nindi that they have the same anklets, before he finds other evidence that further strengthens his conjecture.

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